vulnerability at most...

once someone breaks down, and shares their grief with you- surely something changes. They let you cradle them, hold them, sit with the uncertainty for a moment, not asking for clarification but simply being a witness to something that will shake you but nothing you will ever comprehend and own… it is deep and it is scary- you cannot fix them nor assure them of anything.. the grief must find its way out- onto your skin, onto your clothes and though the tears are invisible the energy is anything but.. still you sit and you let them bleed and you sit with your thoughts until the moment passes and they are cried out and feeling like themselves again.. this is the beauty of sharing.. there is something amazing going on- that has no words, no clarification can complete. It just is… simple, beautiful, hard and whole…